Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.